Penis, penis, penis

I had to skip watercolor class last week because I was in Boston for work so I was anxious to get back to it last night and walked in greeting the instructor and a guy who hadn't been in the class before. Just like a few weeks ago, this was all about doing watercolors of a nude model though this time, instead of vagina, it was all about dick. Yeah for the gays! Unlike before, I had no internal high-school giggle moment and got right down to work. I kept thinking what it would take to be a nude model for this kind of class and for men, apparently it's a big dick. Who wouldn't want to stand there naked with that kind of sway hanging between one's legs? The kid was nice enough, albeit a bit nervous and less in control of the room then the chick from a few weeks ago (though I figured it out that she held great disdain for everyone in the room which gave her the suitable amount of distance to be in control. This kid was friendly and rather chatty which opened him up to a kind of nervousness).

Ultimately, while my sketches were acceptable last night, I still think I did better work with the female model than this male model. We were learning new techniques last night that I wasn't at all comfortable with (wet on wet has absolutely zero control in my hand) and my instructor was growing bored with my monochromatic washes in blues and violets, forcing me to dump in a ton of secondary and tertiary color that I wasn't really feeling.